Run

In a place where nothingness is abundant, a struggling youth can be seen walking through the vast void. His exhausted figure and his troubled expression can be clearly seen, but despite all that, his eyes were still showing a fiery determination to do what he wanted to.

"Where the f*ck is the end of this?" The boy questioned, even with the awareness that none had heard him, he still said it to fill the lonely and silent void.

The boy had already walked for days on end, not even sleeping. A normal man would have already fallen, and the only thing that was keeping him from falling was the enhancement that he had a few days ago.

For the first time in a few days, the boy stopped. He could no longer take a single step, his body had already reached its limit. A wave of exhaustion and fatigue hit him, and he finally collapsed.

...

"Ugh..." The boy awoke with a groan, with cloudy eyes that revealed his weariness and exhaustion. Realizing what had happened, the boy was surprised. He was both surprised at how he passed out and how long he had lasted. He did not know how long he had walked for but he was sure that it was for a long time.

"I guess this is just not the way to go about it, this place seems endless, and I don't want to spend forever walking through the void." With a new plan, the boy sat cross-legged and began to look towards his memories. He then chanted the words in the manual and experienced the warm energy gathering near his stomach and spreading throughout his body then returning back.

After an hour of chanting, the boy had realized that he was full. He was not sure how but he knew it had something to do with the energy that he had taken in, and that it was a good thing, after all, an empty stomach is worse than a full one. Other than this benefit, he also felt like he had gotten even stronger, although slight, it was still an improvement.

Comprehending even more of the effects, the boy had finally realized the benefits of the chant. Not that he didn't, but back then he was still in the heat of the moment and thus could not think straight. Nevertheless, the boy had now realized his next course of action- cultivate!

Inside within him, the boy had a tiny bit of hope that he would get some chance to get out like most of the protagonists in the novels. He hoped that he had his own plot armour, but deep down he knew that it was impossible, as he had no heaven-defying luck and could only achieve success through hard work or even with his little talents.

Finished thinking about his troubles, the boy put on a solemn face and started to cultivate. Time continued to pass slowly as the energy had slowly gathered inside the boy body, slowly reinforcing it from within. The boy did not realize it but the core that had formed below his belly button after his first time cultivating had started to increase in size and started to change in colour- from its original plain white colour to a light shade of red.

After a few hours, the boy had awoken from his cultivation state, a state where he continuously cultivates and gathers energy towards his body. This time, the results of his cultivation did not reap as much benefits as the very first time he did. This was because his body was slowly getting improved meaning there were less and fewer improvements being able to be made. The only way around it was better quality energy to be able to sustain more improvements.

"I guess that I am going to need the second page of chants from the book in order to improve once I can't improve anymore using the first page's chant," the boy said, "the faster I get stronger, the faster I am able to get out of this lonely abyss."

...

Time had passed steadily, but the young boy had already lost track of it, cultivating endlessly in the abyss. The silence and loneliness of the void was terrifying, and it was slowly gnawing at his sanity, unhurriedly making him as empty as the very abyss he was sitting on. The only thing keeping him sane was the long lapses of him in his cultivation state, putting him in a semi-conscious condition, allowing him to simultaneously unconsciously ponder about the intricacies of the void and speak the words of the chant at the same time.

Waking up from one of his lapses, the boy realized that he could not improve anymore. It was the same feeling of full except there was an additional feeling of bloatedness, as if he would burst. Panicking the boy quickly searched for any possible ways to get him out of this dilemma, then it suddenly dawned on him. 'I need to find a way to release all this excess energy inside of me like those mc's in the wuxia novels,' the boy thought. This, however, was something that he was incapable of achieving, as he currently did not have much knowledge on how to control the energy that was going berserk within him.

Feeling the energy getting more and more rampant, the boy grew more panicked, as he instinctively had a feeling that if the energy became more out of control, then he would die. Unsure of how to release his energy, the boy just bolted in one direction, not even paying heed to where he was going. The boy ran at what he thought was his top speed, a pace that would put even the fastest of athletes to shame, running at around 20 meters per second, quickly gaining a lot of distance as each second passed by.

As the boy ran, he realized that he was exhausting energy at a slow rate, but it was not enough to calm the raging energy within him. 'Fuck! At this rate, I'm gonna die!' Still feeling the impending danger within his body, the boy continued to run, wishing that his energy would be depleted even faster than currently. With the threat of dying at the back of his mind, the boy continued to push forward, unconsciously breaking his limits, as he ran through the dark void of the abyss.